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Psycho gave a cruel chuckle as he bobbed up and down in the air. "Ah, you know me too well, my lupine friend. Thinking of the pain the boy will go through at losing his other parent...I can feel the blood already." However, Psycho got the feeling Lycan knew more than he was letting on, or something along those lines. He slowly, carefully began to delve into Lycan's mind, barely touching it so that he would not be detected. And it was true; Psycho could not learn more without delving further, but Lycan had an ulterior motive to this--Lycan was planning something. But Psycho said nothing, and merely gave another wicked laugh. "You can run along, my canine comrade. I will crush the man's head into a paste!" Psycho waited until Lycan turned away to leave, and then focused his attention at the spot almost right under Lycan, his face--as far as could be told past the gas mask--remaining turned to the other mutant. There, deep under the ground, a propane tank was slowly rising. Psycho would get to Romeo's father soon, but if Lycan was planning something involving Psycho, Psycho would make sure it did not come to fruition--and that meant that Lycan would not be returning to his dear little resistance in one piece.